Okay
Everybody put their Glocks in the air for me
Let's air this shit out
You got a stick on your shit, you got a fifty on yo shit put yo shit in the air for me
Ay
Aye, aye, aye
Grrt(uh-uhm)
Last opp we caught was at the store we had to straighten(skrrt)
Lil bro hopped out tripping with that switch and he done faced ‘em(Grrt)
They shot, they shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save ‘em
We the ones gettin busy up in the city, that's on my baby
They block like a drive-thru ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefin witchu they family, they get caught then you gon die too
Hol on, hol on, hol on, hol on, hol on
Stop the whip, let me out, this chopstick gon leave him open like a zip(zzzzz)
Zip ‘em up, tell buddy no mask to come and pick ‘em up
Niggas fakin, acting like they thug life, til we hit ‘em up
Lot of niggas don't like me, for what, I ain't even did shit(I ain't even did nun)
Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me?
I like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here
This where the shooters be
She say ain't no paper up over there, shit she barely eatin'
Can barely feed himself, she told me help, this nigga barely feed me
We don't do the social tweak, these niggas too internet
Going live tryna talk about who got shot, we don't get into that
Keep leave it up in the streets for me, I ain't tryna go to jail
Keep mention my name in all of your posts, it ain't hard to tell
If you get smoke, don't come looking for me, nigga you dumb as hell
This bitch think I love her, she must be drunk as hell
I can't live no suck bitch, I love how they suck dick
Once I get my nut off bitch, I'm skating like some truck fit
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